Not too long ago the New Yorker asked its regular contributors to submit some cartoons about the Republican primary candidates. They didn't buy any of mine, so instead of looking at this in a prestigious magazine while sipping a Manhattan in your Park Avenue penthouse apartment, you're looking at it on some obscure blog on your Dingleberry smartass phone in some cheap dive on the wrong side of the tracks, dunking a Slim Jim into a frosted mug of Rolling Rock.